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Forgotten Homework

I’m sitting at the back of this unknown room, analysing these foreign surroundings. It’s less than 24 hours since I entered this host body and I’m still studying its database of strange thoughts and even stranger behaviour.  This intense assimilation process is suddenly interrupted when his name, my new name, is  called out by the human stood at the front of the room.

“Peter! Have you completed that homework yet?”

The other humans, sat at furniture similar to mine, turn and look at me. One or two are smiling. I contort my new face muscles to emulate their smiles and, with only a slight hesitation, reply, “Sorry Miss, I’ve forgotten it.” My database assures me this is a phrase my host has used many times before in similar situations. 

“Oh Peter, what am I going to do with you? You’d forget your head if it wasn’t screwed on!”

I look at her suspiciously. How did she know that about my head? 

Mike Jackson©2015



Now that I'm retired I have more time to devote to writing my blog and creating short stories.

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